Eventually Louise had the advantage of Sandra, gaining the upper hand she planted her knees astride Sandra’s hips holding them down and her hands fi...mly pushing Sandra’s wrists into the sand. Sandra could not move. Sandra’s dark, dark curls glistened with perspiration, her large chest with the big round puffy areolae heaving. Louise gazed down into her face in triumph, her own small breasts hanging above the defeated girl with nipples hard and pointing. Of course the vulnerability of Louise’s. This spurred him on and his hand slowly moved down her body pulling up her skirt showing her firm ass bent over the bar begging for him to take her from behind. His fingers slid around to the folds of her opening and teased them open against her will he could feel her body react to his touch. As she felt his fingers slip inside her she felt her body grow warm with lust and she tried to force the thought of pleasure from her head but she was being consumed by it. He knew just what to do to. “Do you like honey? Huh? Do you like my dick fucking your brains out?”, he was teasing me with his naughty words. “Mmm yes baby. I always missed your cock. Fuck me harder baby. Make my pussy your playtoy”, I kept shouting. After 5 minutes or so I reached my orgasm and was so fucking tired.He was still fucking me, I begged him to give me a break. He refused and kept on fucking me. My pussy couldn’t take his cock any longer, it was aching already. Nihitha understood my pain and offered to give. And no I'm not complaining about her size. She says that she feels like a beached whale. I just tell her she is gloriously beautiful.Why is it that women all think that being pregnant makes them ugly? I can't imagine a time when I thought that my wives were more beautiful than when they were in the last trimester of their pregnancies. Yet that is the time when they are all certain that they've become most unlovely.The worst thing about that is that they won't hear me at all. Indeed they seem to.